Driving by myself it's 8 o'clock I wonder where I am she's waiting by the door it's gettting late, it's getting cold again the birds and my inhibitions will find shelter for tonight In the firey autumn forest trees that even though i cannot see will burn and burn all through the night[s] burn and turn the dark to light opening a way to love- the longest distance between As the crow flies as the crow flies Waiting for a train it's saturday we're hand in hand again waiting for the pain it's one more day it's one more night to win Chicago waiting paitiently and we're beginning to see The soul amidst the architecture spinning 'round as we conjecture heaven is a story away the city is ours tomorrow as far the buildings as high Aas the crow flies Standing by on the ground I look up to the sky all these questions of life and of loving arise if you'll lead me I'll go to the fire tell me why I'm afraid to burn I'm so afraid to learn Driving by myself it's 8 o'clock [pm] I'm going home again she's crying in her room we're all alone we're on the phone again trying to make some sense of make some sense of all this pain As the crow flies Standing by on the ground I look up to the sky as all these questions of life and of loving arise if you'll lead me I'll go to the fire tell me why I'm afraid to burn I'm so afraid to learn As the crow flies crow flies Standing by on the ground we look up to the sky as all these questions of life and of loving arise if you'll lead me I'll go to the fire tell me why we're so afraid to burn tell me why we're so afraid to learn Driving by myself it's 8 o'clock I'm all alone again